You pulled the trigger
and it pierced my skin, tore at my flesh,
burrowed itself into the depths of my being.
Then I suddenly realised the irony,
that your love - the very thing I lived for
was none other than the bullet that killed me.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
You pulled the trigger
and it pierced my skin, tore at my flesh,
burrowed itself into the depths of my being.
Then I suddenly realised the irony,
that your love - the very thing I lived for
was none other than the bullet that killed me.
